Aches and pains come with the author territory, but it’s getting ridiculous over here. The pull between my shoulderblades I’m used to—you know, the one that comes from sitting on the couch hunched over the laptop on the coffee table. It also comes from typing in handwritten pages at the desk, when you’re looking down at the papers for an extended period of time. And don’t forget the ache that comes from too much mouse usage. At thirty-six I think I’m just becoming aware of how much posture matters.
But over the last few weeks, maybe longer, I’ve had this pain that pops up in my left shoulder if I spend too much time at either computer. And when I say pain, I mean the holy shit, I’m going to vomit and then die kind of pain usually reserved for migraines.
My husband offered the theory I pulled something or slept on it wrong, which is usually the case due to my spastic and rather bizarre sleeping habits. But I didn’t pull anything. The only way I could describe it to him is this—it feels like all the cartilage and other padding is gone and the ball is dry-rubbing against the socket to the point it’s sparking flames in there.
I’ve tried adjusting the desk chair to varying heights, which hasn’t helped. I would have been surprised if it did, since the chair’s been at the highest setting since we bought it several years ago.
Last night I actually wrote using my iPod Touch because I could sit back with my shoulders against the couch and be pain-free. I’m not sure what’s up with my shoulder, but it—along with pushing DG3—has been partly to blame for my blog neglect. (Okay, and Twitter. I admit it.)